Amphora Hell

"My masterpiece..." The Kilnmaster strokes his unkempt red beard as he observes the fruit of his labor. The first 'legged amphora', an idea so profound and arresting that he is sure to become the most respected potter in the realm within days. But suddenly, his eyes narrow; "There's a dent, an imperfection! This work is nothing but junk. I'll shatter ya, you lousy pot!" The terrified amphora swiftly dashes out of the strike's way. Enraged, The Kilnmaster sends his autonomous mallets after

"My masterpiece..." The Kilnmaster strokes his unkempt red beard as he observes the fruit of his labor. The first 'legged amphora', an idea so profound and arresting that he is sure to become the most respected potter in the realm within days. But suddenly, his eyes narrow; "There's a dent, an imperfection! This work is nothing but junk. I'll shatter ya, you lousy pot!" The terrified amphora swiftly dashes out of the strike's way. Enraged, The Kilnmaster sends his autonomous mallets after it. "No evidence of my failure must remain. Prepare to be scrapped! Can you survive for the entire duration of my goofy ass fl studio beat and escape? Run, little amphora!